Secrets, A Short Story for a ChickLit Writing Prompt

"Let me guess," he continued quickly and carelessly, before I could answer.

"You were a cheerleader in high school?"

My body bristled as I eyed him carefully, he just ignored me and kept going, "You ran all the groups in school, even the book club," he said, flopping his head and his curly, blonde locks towards my book.

"All the guys think you're cute and you're constantly getting looks," he smiled, slowly letting his eyes explore my body again

I smiled, tilting my head towards him.

"Not all the guys," I quipped, sarcastically, twirling my blond hair around my fingers.

"Bingo," he shouted, wagging his index finger at me confidently.

"You're an asshole," I grunted.

"I've been told that a time or two" he smirked.